💪 from kei but also shigeo too 😊
send 💪 to pick up / carry my muse
They move in unison, yet disjointed.
Ritsu knocks his forehead against Keitaro’s at the sudden lurch and lets out a grunt of pain, hand flying up to his face to assuage the throbbing. He hears Shigeo make a concerned noise over his right shoulder and Keitaro mutter something under his breath to his left, and Ritsu suddenly feels far too crowded. He can’t bring himself to tell either of them off.
Keitaro shifts his grip again, picking him up successfully this time, and Ritsu sighs with relief━ up until he notices the distinct absence of contact and flails instinctively, nearly hitting his twin yet again in his panic. The hands pressed against his back and underneath his knees return and he calms down again.
❝ ━ Only one of you need to do it. ❞ A bit of exasperation creeps into his tone, an octave higher than usual in his embarrassment. ❝ It’s only a sprain, nii-san. If Keitaro is carrying me, you don’t need to use your powers. I’m fine. ❞ He twists to look over his shoulder, noting the tightening at the corner of Shigeo’s eyes that indicate his worry.
“But .... Ritsu, you’re heavy.”
Ritsu covers his face as he turns back around.